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Freen again twirls with his baton in an acrobatic flurry.

batoning at green. Trick CR 11 or lower. Inflict off-target.
thwap: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 10 + 2 = 13
B: 1d6 + 4 + 4d8 ⇒ (1) + 4 + (8, 3, 1, 5) = 22

Freen, twirls with his baton in an acrobatic flurry.

batoning at green. Trick CR 11 or lower. Inflict Flat-Footed.
thwap: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 10 + 2 = 13
B: 1d6 + 4 + 4d8 ⇒ (1) + 4 + (4, 3, 6, 1) = 19

Freen's evasion causes him to take no damage. I would suggest a different action for Arratoi.

Freen spins, pointing his pistol at the younger lizard he shot before and sneakily swings at the momma with his baton.

trick CR 11 or lower, vs momma, using harrying fire, making momma flat-footed
baton: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 10 + 1 + 2 = 27
B: 1d4 + 4 + 4d8 ⇒ (3) + 4 + (6, 2, 4, 5) = 24

Freen, with his pistol and baton at the ready advances toward the giant lizard and fires at the designated lizard from behind his back.

Firing at Red. Trick CR 11 or lower. Inflict Flat-Footed.
Pew: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 10 + 1 = 21
P: 1d6 + 4 + 4d8 ⇒ (2) + 4 + (6, 7, 1, 2) = 22

Survival: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 8 + 2 + 2 = 22
Shirt reroll
Survival: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 8 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 34

"This way," Freen's voice crackles through his helmet as he quickly takes the lead.

Freen plays but stays quiet as the ysoki speaks enough for the entire team...and then some. Despite his wordlessness, he plays well, mainly utilizng Arrotoi's potential insanity.

Take 10 for a 27 on Bluff

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

Freen, in his full body armor, runs, jumps, and tumbles as though he were used to obstacle courses.

Freen raises the glass to a small hole that has opened in his helmet and pours the drink in with his head tilted to one side.

Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26

Freen watches, still as a statue. At Kultainen's final words he shrugs, "Well, that works too I guess. Though, if Datch is recording this, such a 'test' wouldn't make us look very good."

Freen hops off of the crate and follows.

Freen speaks up with his pistol still pointed at the creature, "We should not leave this crate."

"I still think we should play this gods angle."

Freen stays seated on the crate, his pistol now pointing at the creature being revived.

"Depending on how advanced these creatures are. Bringing them back to consciousness might be seen as resurrection. I say we track that green one that fled back to its people, retrieve the weapons, and then do the same for the purple ones."

Freen pauses for a moment and then rubs at his helmet with a armored hand, "We could use that to get the weapons. Maybe they'll see us as some level of gods..."

With the combat seemingly over, Freen lowers his pistol and stows his baton. "Well that first contact went well," his voice crackles over comms sarcastically.

Technically...

With the final green fleeing, Freen shifts his aim to the purple creatures to the south and west. Continue to delay

Freen continues to sit with his weapons at the ready. Delay until further notice.

"They don't seem to be able to understand us," Freen says as the red crystal of his helmet shifts and faces Kultainen. Meanwhile, he draws a baton from his back as he continues pointing his pistol north.

"Arrotoi, while you are over there, would you mind picking up the weapon that one had?"

Freen raises his pistol to point at the creatures to the north while looking toward Lily, "It is a lost cause folks. Until things quite down and shots stop firing, we won't be able to have any sort of conversation."

Nah. If I total defense I'd be harder to hit. If they can hit me it is preferable to them shooting at other people.

Freen's helmet turns toward Lily. Over comms crackles Freen's voice, "Lily..this species is making war with each other, with us in the middle. I think the best thing we can do is prevent them from getting more weapons and wait this skirmish out. Also, it wouldn't hurt to pick up the weapons once they are dropped."

Freen takes another rocket hit, but just looks at the offending shooter. The red gem at the center of his helmet glowing.

"I'm sitting on the crate, no worries."

No actions for me

Freen's helmet cocks to one side as he looks back and forth between the two colored creatures. He seems to ponder for a moment and then hops onto the crate, sitting on it with his feet hanging off. Prone?

SM: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31

Freen closes and locks the crate of weapons.

right you are

Freen stands next to the crate with his basic semi-auto pistol out awkwardly. With his other hand he checks out the crate.

reroll: 1d20 + 12 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 12 + 2 + 2 = 25

Pew! (at the platform): 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 12 + 2 = 20
Boom!: 5d12 ⇒ (5, 12, 5, 6, 7) = 35

Pew!! (at the platform): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18
Boom!: 5d12 ⇒ (3, 6, 2, 10, 2) = 23

Pew! (at the platform): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13
Boom!: 5d12 ⇒ (11, 7, 3, 11, 3) = 35

Sorry for the lack of flavor folks, but Freen isn't much of a talker at the moment, after last mission.

Pew!! (at the platform): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31
Boom!: 5d12 ⇒ (1, 11, 6, 10, 3) = 31

Pew!! (at the platform): 1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 12 - 2 = 18
Boom!: 5d12 ⇒ (10, 9, 2, 9, 12) = 42

Ooh! I forgot!
Reroll Pew!: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31
Boom! indeed..

Pew!! (at the platform): 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 12 + 2 = 17
Boom!: 5d12 ⇒ (4, 4, 8, 1, 9) = 26

Pew! (at the platform): 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 12 + 2 = 25
Boom!: 5d12 ⇒ (3, 7, 11, 3, 11) = 35

Bot me pls. I can't get to the relevant info fast enough. Gunnery +12

Oops, realized that I didn't have this on this character.

Purchases:
Disruption Grenade (lvl 8)
Spell thrower fusion
2x comprehend languages spell gems
2x share language spell gems

PLAYER: Saashaa
CHARACTER: Spy...
CLASS/LVL: Operative (Spy) 7
SFS ID#: 78886-708
Faction: SS Jad
Day Job Profession (soldier): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27

Thank you GM, and thank you all. I'd like to proceed to part 2 as well if y'all will have me.

Freen, as usual, stays quiet in a corner. Though, his quietness seems less timidity and more of something else.

Apologies. I'm Second Seekers Jadnura

Freen stands on the lift wordlessly. The red orb at the center of his helmet gives an ominous faint glow.

Freen blinks several times beneath his helmet, realizing that he can see once more. He quickly pops up and tries to hack the console once more, to turn off the nearest orb.

Computers: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35

Sorry, forgot to copy and paste stats onto the alias. Dex is +5.

fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Freen continues to try to take cover.

Freen stays in cover, trying to get his sight back.

Freen will try to hide behind the console.

Freen continues on the computer to turn off the one closest to him.

Comuters: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18

Freen moves over to a console as well and begins working.

Computers: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22

Freen stands, warms up his new rifle, and takes a ready stance.

yup